One of the next 3

Today was one of those rare days in July that didn't mimic the dog days of summer being in the 100s.  It was an anomaly in the weather, only 78 degrees, 22 degrees below what normally happens.  In statistics these anomalies are called outliers because they lie outside the averages, the trendlines, the areas where 90% of other items unlike them lie.

I think our lives are lived in much the same way. We count on most of our events to lie along a trendline, to be an average day, or to fall close to where 90% of them fall.  The word special is another word for anomaly, a much more common word. It's a word I don't hear in abundance, nor should I since it is saved for occasions that are not normal.

Anomalies like this one in July come about every 7 years or so in a weather cycle.  One has to wait a while for them, but they're nice when they happen.  If weather cycles also hold true for life cycles, I should be due one of those special years sometime in the next 3 years.  I love being around when the weather cycle doesn't follow the dog days of summer routine.  And I am going to love one of the next three years when one of them turns special.